Taken to the brink of something
Something, but we can't know what
To wait, to want, it's so bad, and
Try something, and
Moving to slow
To get where you want to go
Looking for results
You can't begin, to
Find a way out from the cold
Place you're in

But it suits you
Your condition
Symptoms that keep you in
Keep you from motion
Until it's cold
Slowing you down
Until you can't go

Taken by something
But you can't hold on to it
You can't
It slips through your fingers
Slips through your hands
Because they're too cold
Can't get a grip
On what's in your sight
It's like getting old
It's like getting told, to, sit, still
But it suits you
Your condition
Symptoms that keep you in
Keep you from motion
Until it's cold
Slowing you down
Until you can't go

It's not me
Is there something
So wrong
Process of depraving yourself
Of peace of mind